Mother’s Recognition
For just a second, Jake caught something in his mother’s eyes—a flash of recognition, soft and fleeting. It vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a blank, controlled expression.
“Mom,” he said gently, “do you know something?” He tried to catch her gaze, but she looked away.
“It’s probably just a coincidence,” she said lightly. But Jake knew better. That brief flicker had told him there was more.
Brushed-Off Questions
His mother quickly dismissed any further probing. “It’s just an old photo, Jake. Don’t make it into something it’s not,” she said, her tone clipped.
She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and his father remained quiet, still staring down at the floor.
Jake could tell she was uncomfortable, clearly avoiding something. Though frustrated, he decided not to push them further—not tonight. But he wasn’t giving up.
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